I Was Sober (Ferard)

Two: Strangers

Gerards POV

I smiled at my clock 9:30. I lit a cigarette and closed the door hearing it click. I don't smoke as a habit, in fact I only do it when I'm really upset. But in Jersey if you look as pretty as me and don't have a cigarette, tattoo, or a piercing you will get fucked up and fucked.

That is actually a reason I love Jersey. Its fucking dangerous and the guys here are at a constant war to get inside my pants but it's even better when they get fucked and like it.

I cranked my car and smiled at the Fall Out Boy song on the radio.
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman and I cant get you out my head.

I hummed along as I drove and smoked taking occasional drags but mostly letting the smoke float out the window into the sky that was lit by the store signs and lights.

The streets of Jersey are like Panama City or Datona in summer. Crowded with stumbling college kids, families with lingering eyes, and locals who are heading in and out of bar's with people holding onto them.

That will be me very soon.

I parked outside of the gay bar and put out my cigarette before stepping out. Already I could feel eyes burning into me, and I loved it. My tight jeans made me look like a little more eye candy than my tank top.

I walked in, the bouncer who already knew me just smacked my ass when I walked past him. I smiled and walked over to the bar through the sweaty bodies where a few people groped me a little bit.

I sat down and the bar tender,who knew me very well, smiled and walked over to me. "Hey Gerard? Hows Vic?"

By Vic he means my boss at the record store. Who I rarely saw, I think he sits in the back and jacks off all day.

"He's great." He passed a glass of vodka which is what happens every time I come here. Jack and Mark give me free vodka and watch me leave with people and never let me leave with someone dangerous.

A small boy with a red streak being pushed up against a wall caught my eye. I normally went for the guys who tried to be dominate but the boy was amazing and I wanted to look into those eye liner rimmed eyes and fucking wreck him.

Jack tapped my shoulder and smirked. "If you're looking at the short one being face licked. That's Frank. He used to bartend here right when you became a regular. He quit because of people hitting on him."

"If he quit because of all the perverts here why would he be here?"

"I'm not sure. I know he doesn't like to drink though."

"I don't care. I just know he's coming home with me."

I stood up and made my way over to him, the guy had left him and he was wiping his swollen lips. "Hey." I said leaning against his ear.

I took note of how he didn't gasp and put his hand against me in defense but instead he sighed into me and whispered back "Hey."

I smiled, this ones mine.

I noticed how his words slurred. He was drunk.
Even better.

Frank's POV

The stranger with the amazing red hair strutted over to me and whispered in my ear. I Need to act like I'm drunk so he'll stay cause he had a hard on, and he was fucking huge.

He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. This is going to be a good night.

"What's your name?" I slurred out groaning as his hands trailed down my stomach and to my waist line and he expertly licked at my neck. "Gerard." He breathed out, the warmth fanning out over my neck.